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Jim Mar 8
It was a Tuesday when it happened
You walked through the door
as if I was never here
As if we never were

I counted the times
the acacia tree branch knocked
on the stained glass window by our bedside
I hoped it was you knocking
through that door on a Tuesday morning
because I am still here

Another Tuesday
my eyes still locked on the floor
where your shadow used to be
when you walked through that door
as if I was never here
because we no longer are.
Jim Sep 2017
******* like a kiss...
As if I’m meant for someone’s lips.
As if I’m meant to be caught.
As if I’m meant to be felt.
As if I’m worth of anyone’s thought.
Jim Mar 2015
I’ve done ill; I’ve done bad
B̶u̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶g̶r̶e̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶
B̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶
So I had to say sorry
A̶n̶d̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶s̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶m̶n̶ ̶s̶i̶c̶k̶
Because it’s the right thing to do
E̶v̶e̶n̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶I̶’̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶s̶o̶r̶r̶y̶
A̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶
T̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶h̶a̶s̶ ̶h̶a̶p̶p̶e̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶
And I’m guilty for committing
An unwritten crime; so, “I’m sorry”
M̶a̶y̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶s̶o̶l̶e̶m̶n̶l̶y̶ ̶g̶o̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶l̶
I’m glad you have forgiven me
I̶’̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶g̶l̶a̶d̶d̶e̶r̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶n̶’̶t̶
For now, my heart is light;
no burden to carry.
T̶h̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶n̶o̶ ̶b̶u̶r̶d̶e̶n̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶,̶ ̶a̶c̶t̶u̶a̶l̶l̶y̶.̶
I̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶g̶r̶e̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶.̶ ̶
B̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶;̶ ̶
M̶a̶y̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶g̶o̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶l̶.̶
THANK YOU!!!
D̶i̶e̶!̶ ̶S̶l̶u̶t̶!̶ ̶D̶i̶e̶!̶
For giving me a chance.
D̶i̶e̶ ̶s̶l̶o̶w̶l̶y̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶p̶a̶i̶n̶f̶u̶l̶l̶y̶!̶ ̶
I̶ ̶a̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶s̶o̶r̶r̶y̶ ̶
A̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶
A̶n̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶
And being your friend again.
This poem is about someone who accepts reconciliation towards an enemy. The words in strikethrough are his real thoughts.
Jim Feb 2015
Then one fateful day, an event
Made its way to our ajar doors
"She is no longer here!
 She is here no more!"
The loose bolted chairs
And the dusty summer chairs
Lost protoplasmic breaths.
While the papers she marked
With her utterly critical hands -
That fateful day took with it,
"She is no longer here!
She is here no more!"
And we are left with a misfit piece
And we are dying of yearn
"What about US her fam'ly?
 When is she bound to return?"
 But that fateful day stressed a score -
That she was no longer here
And that she was here no more
My very first poem published here on Hello Poetry. Yey!
Jim Sep 2017
I wrote the word I haven’t read.
I shout the word I haven’t said.
I write,
Then shout...


These are all I’ve learned to need.
Theses are all I’ve had to bleed.
It's been a while... :)
Jim Dec 2015
She's afraid.
She's afraid to let me sail on my own
Perhaps because I almost drowned
When I was ten
And since then, she told me to be careful.
But every time she say it
It doesn't feel like a reminder.
It always feels like a goodbye.
For Mom has mistaken careful to strength.
And she thought she has raised me like a sword
When in truth
I only became a pin, bendable.
I am as soft as a pincussion.
I am the finger you place on with a thimble.
I watch my Mom as she works on my dresses
There down the cellar.
All her actions lead to my vulnerability.
She stiches the walls around me so I won't get hurt.
She patches me with pieces of cloth to prevent the scars.
She builds me a wall; I try to tear it down.
I try to tear her down.
But I can't.
It's not that my strength is questionable-
That's the problem.
It's because I know that she's not strong.
Mom isn't prepped for battle.
Mom is a hollow egg yolk
And with a slight *****, she'll burst.
She is a shield beyond her knowing.
She isn't the weapon she think she is.
That's why I have to be.
No matter what now.
Jim Mar 3
when i bite my nails
it means i’m anxious
by anxious, i mean
'what the hell were you doing?
it took you 3 minutes to respond.
don’t you like me anymore?'
when i ask you
if you don't like me anymore
i mean
i’m back to being lackluster
by lackluster, i mean
'hey! here are my stars.'
and you'd ask, 'Where?'
on my palms
i’d show you my insides
and you'd finally notice
'but wait,
aren't those blackholes?'
by blackholes, i mean
my pupils are just too dark
that you'd get siphoned
into the nothingness that is my eyes
and by nothingness, i mean empty.
by empty, i mean
𝓂𝑒
Jim Sep 2017
There was a knight
From a far away land
who fearlessly fought
with the king’s demand.
Slayed two dragons
With only one hand.

The Kingdom rejoiced
held a feast so grand!
While lovely ladies
remained in trance
To marry this knight
Was their ultimate plan.

Sure!
This knight would marry
If only he can
For at the end of the day
He sleeps with a man.
Jim Mar 2015
That unusual night, I woke up and got out of my bed
Oh my! Oh my! Why does everyone seemed dead?
I woke up Mom but to my dismay, she snored
I called Big Brother but to his dream he's stored!
Someone poked me so I turned to find out who
It's Dad! But I thought he fled off when I was two?
"Daddy, how come you're here and not above?" I asked.
"I came to fetch you, son, and you can't come back."
I was confused to what he was trying to say
"Back to your bed and numb body you lay"
I didn't utter a word for I don't know what to say
So to my cozy bed and immobile body I did lay.
Then I realize that time I am already cold dead
and a coffin it was that I thought was my bed!
When Mom got up, I called her; I just got to try
But nothing works because all she does is cry.
My bed was silenced by its divine white cover
Guess the next thing is to the heaves I'll hover.

*

I'm still here on Earth and the day is twenty
To the heavens I'll glide when the day turns forty.
in the Philippines, it is believed that the soul of the dead goes to heaven after 40 days.
Jim Jul 2015
Dear Dad,
I love you - oh so much!
I understand
that you were the one
who stood beside me
ever since I was little
ever since Mom lost it
and fled off, eventually.
But I still thank Him
for every single day
He gave you to me.
And Dad,
I know you're scared -
Daddies get scared too -
And I understand
that ever since Mom -
you have lost too much
But you won't ever lose me, you see?
I won't ever leave you!
The wind won't ever carry me away
to places you can't go
Well-
unless it takes me to the ladies' room
then you'd have to let me go.
But after that,
I'll find you outside and
hold your hand.

Dear Dad,
There's no need for P-38, no.
That P-38
You swore you'd use
that on every boy
who breaks my heart
But Dad, cant you see?
It's okay!
I want to get my heart broken.
I want to know how pain
is associated
after the expiration of love
I want to know how you felt before
Because I want to be wary,
I want to take caution
on the next dates I'd have.
And I have to get hurt
to build my own muscles
to become as strong as you.
So that the next man who
breaks my heart
I wont cry so hard all night
that I'd feel the guilt
because I kept you awake.
You'd then call me a princess
and pledge to avenge me
because princesses, you say,
shouldn't be in distress.

But Dad, I am not a damsel
of course not!
I am a warrior!
A ******* goddess at war.
You have to ingest
the fact that your baby girl
has grown into a soldier
in a war she trained herself into
because it is her war.
Keep your P-38, Dad.
There's no need for that.
She's in a battle -
let her win it
without you.

But dearest Dad,
at the end of the day,
I will fall inside the
castle of your arms
and tell you my
whimsical adventures
and assure you
that I'm still your baby girl.
That way,
you won't feel old and
you won't feel like disappearing.
Because you are my King
and kings don't leave
their daughters alone in the woods.

*

Dear Dad,
Somebody broke my heart today.
Where are you?
to my late dad
Jim Feb 2016
He is a writer
and a reader too.
Same were our feathers
So together we flew.

He loved me dearly,
He loved me so true.
But still he left me
Without one clue.

“I don’t understand you,”
I remember he said
For I was, he mentioned,
The worst words he has read.

— The End —